Do you know me because you know my name?
It’s not me; forget the wealth and the fame
But what is in a name – An empty jar
Is not same as one filled with coal tar
Nor one from which your fingers scoop sweet jam –
Its a lying label, not what I am!
How many Josephs have unlayered dreams
Have you seen a Moses that parted streams?
Can a dwarf knock down a towering champ
Just because he answers the David stamp?
Last night we hanged a thief, his name was Saint!
Why would he bear that name and still have taint?
They call me Samson, friends, enemies, all;
Would Delilah’s hand lead me to my fall?
Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.